$1.50

That's what the bishop owes me for gas in the last few days. I was supposed to meet with him last Thursday--the day of the big snow of '08. Lots of things were canceled, but I never got a call and since he's from Michigan, I figured "you never know." I would hate for him to be hanging out at the church, having traveled through the slush and me not show up. I know it happens a lot, but I didn't want it to be me--so off I went. Actually, the roads were mostly fine. Got over to the church (about 2 miles) and no one was there. Waited a little bit, then gave up and came home. Got a call about an hour later from his exec sec apologizing for forgetting to call me.

Then this morning...I have a welfare meeting at 6:45 am. Ugh. And it's daylight saving time day. Set my alarm for 5:30 so I would have time to hit the button at least once since it would feel like 4:30. Alarm went off, I hit the button and then suddenly realized that I hadn't "sprung forward" last night! It was 6:30. I flew out of bed, took a quick shower, put on a minimal of makeup (just enough so I wouldn't scare people), threw on a skirt and sandals and took off out the door. The other RS counselor was walking up as I pulled up, so we walked in together. The bishop met us with a stricken look on his face. "You didn't get the email?" No. "Sister C didn't tell you?" No. "Is Sister C (RS pres) here?" No...she's with her son; he's reporting this morning. "Oh...since it's daylight savings time, we don't have meetings except ward council." And he told me to go home. Sister M was taking Sister C's place at ward council.

ARGH!!!!! All the way home, I kept telling myself, "I will be blessed for doing what I was supposed to do. I will be blessed. The blessings will come." Deep breath. The bishop owes me $1.50. And I'm supposed to meet with him on Thursday except I can't because we have Open House. Should I tell him or just not show up?